Recovery

Things are much better. I got all the tears out of my system (which is something that happens periodically for me) and now I'm back to my usual routine of doing what I have to do, and remembering that "more money, no overtime" is what made me join the company in the first place. Sometimes, no matter how strong and well-adjusted one is, nothing fixes things better than a good cry and and a long sleep. I was about six months overdue.

Knitting is coming along. Some work days have lots of free time, and I can knit half a sock. Other days, I'm doing well if I can sneak away long enough to go to the ladies' room. If only the markets would calm down... I have a few things to say to the United States sub-prime lenders. And the Asian markets. It's really messing up my personal life. Do you think they would listen to what I have to say?

Oh, and note to J., my one devoted reader. The new favourite wine-in-a-box is "Trivento," indeed a Shiraz from Argentina. I just noted that as I filled up my glass. As we discussed yesterday, it's lovely to only have the wine in my shopping bag, not a whole bunch of weighty glass. I don't care what the wine snobs say, I'm bigger, louder, and most of the time, much prettier. Never mind having common sense and not wanting to strain my ever-growing-older back by carrying more than I should (we will not discuss how much pain I am going to be in tomorrow, after hauling $85 worth of groceries home, most of which was hanging off my left shoulder). Do as I say, not as I do, people! That applies to knitting, and everything else.